Edward Cullen, your average self-obsessed playboy, who picked up girls faster than you can say his name. Bella Sparrow, an outcast, whose life was plagued by the memories of her past, and the people of her past. All human. R&R
1. And so it begins
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I pondered about how I could end my life as I stared at the grey skies, surely there must be something better than this life. Mine had turned to shit and I didn't want it anymore.
A few years ago, when I was fifteen, by parents were killed. They had been out to dinner, for their 16th aniversary, but it had been cut short as they tried to make the way back. When they were about to drive back home from the restaurant, someone tried to steal their car, they were held at gunpoint, but my father tried to drive away. He was shot through the car window and so was my mother. It was said by the police than the gunman panicked and he didn't want anyone to find their bodies, so he set the car alite.
They were everything to me, I had no siblings or other family.
I was never a normal girl anyway, I was an outcast, a freak and I only had one friend. His name was Jacob Black and I loved him so much. We were the best of friends and we had been since I can remember. After my parents died, he was the only one left, the only person I could trust and talk to. He was always there, I could always cry on his shoulder and he would always comfort me. He let me stay at his house as he didn't want me to go to a foster home.
It all changed when Brittany came along. She was of course a selfish, stuck-up slut, who had nothing better to do than to ruin people's lives. Mine being one of them. She hated me because I was different, I wasn't popular and I never listened to the right music, I never dressed in the right clothes. Jacob himself wasn't popular, but he was capable of socialising, unlike me. Brittany, suddenly decided that she liked Jacob and wanted him to be her boyfriend. They'd never even spoken to each other. Jacob seriously can't believe that Brittany actually likes him? I always knew that he had a thing for her, but I never thought that he liked her so much that he would do anything for her, including dumping me, his best friend.
When I confronted him, he told me that I was jealous of him for becoming popular, but I don't care about being popular, I told him, why would I be jealous of a whore like Brittany? He told me he couldn't be friends with me anymore, so I had to move out of his house. What?! How could he do this too me? He knew that he was all I had left. He knew I had no one else. He would honestly do that to me? What for Brittany? A tear fell down my cheek as he walked away.
That night I packed my clothes, the few belongs I had and left. I didn't know where to go, so I just kept walking. I was completely lost and I didn't care, I had just lost my best and only friend, what's the point of caring? It must of been hours past midnight, the artic wind was making me shiver violently. I wonder how far I had walked? The sun was beginning to rise, beautiful colours began to spread across the sky. Scarlet and a vivid amber teared it's away through the sky, it was like the sky was being set alite. I fell to the floor screaming, feeling all of my sorrow being unleashed onto me.
I remember those colours so vividly still to this day, two years later. I was moving to Forks, Washington, to live in another foster home. I had been with over twenty different foster families, I wasn't exactly a good teenager, lets say. I always got in trouble with the law, I've been arrested several times for theft, defacing public property and disorderly conduct. But I wasn't always caught, also I'd gotten away with arson, assault, aiding and abetting, drug possession and manslaughter. So in other words, I'm fucked up.
I was staying with Charlie Swan, Chief of Police in Forks, how lovely, I thought, I'm sure we will get along great! The social welfare people who put me with the foster families and looked after me when I wasn't with one, decided to put me with a copper, hoping that I could come to my senses and not break the law anymore. I doubted it. I flew from Seattle, the former place I was living in, to Port Angeles in a small plane. I walked through the tiny airport thinking of escape. I then saw a middle-aged man with short brown hair holding a sign saying Isabella Sparrow, he must be Charlie Swan.
I walked towards him in my black clothes and I saw him give me a dissapproving look. Can't I wear black without people assuming I'm a goth, or assuming I was a trouble-maker? Okay, I might me a trouble-maker, but still? I'm not a goth and I like black.
"You must be Isabella," he said, emphasizing the "must" slightly.
"Yes, I'm Bella, it's nice to meet you Charlie," I said holding out my hand. He looked down at it questionly and slowly placed his hand in mine. I might break the law but I can still be polite. He led me out of the airport, to the outside car park, where the rain started to fall. We headed to his police cruiser, not an unfamiliar sight, and drove an hour to his home. Forks was a small town, but a pretty one. The main highway was surrounded by thick forests and you could see greenery everywhere. At least the greenery makes up for the colourless grey skies.
His house was white with two stories and again was surrounded by trees and thick undergrowth. He told me I was staying in his old daughter's room. I didn't feel very comfortable staying in his daughter's room but he insisted. He told me that she was several years older than myself and had gone backpacking across Europe with some of her friends. Her name was Emily and she hadn't been in this room since she was fourteen. Charlie told me that Emily's mother, Renee, divorced Charlie and she had been living with her mother most of her life.
It was clear from the untouched wedding photos of himself and Renee that he still loved her. After I had unpacked, he called me down to dinner. He ordered pizza and we shared it while we watched a game. I didn't watch much television, but it was clear Charlie enjoyed it.
"So, um..Bella," he said during a comercial. "Tomorrow you'll be starting at Forks High School, which I'm sure you'll find interesting." Interesting? Yeah, a bunch of stereotypical people who judge you in two seconds flat.
"Oh, that'll be...great," I gave Charlie the best smile I could muster, but failed miserably.
"Look I know I don't know you very well, but to help you along your way I've bought you a car," A car? Seriously? I never get anything from any of the foster families, so a car was a bit of a shock.
"A car?" I said questioningly.
"Yeah, I know it's a bit extreme, but there are a lot things that come with the car,"
"Oh," I simply said, I knew there was a catch.
"There will be no breaking the law of any kind, from what your record shows, I thought you needed a little levage to help you on your way," he said, so he's bribing me now?
"You'll be working for the car, taking a few shifts at the local hospital, the local cafe and you'll be tutoring some kids at school. I know from your grades that you are an excellent student, you just need to get your head down and concentrate. You'll be working for the car, and all the money you earn will go towards it. When you have earned enough money, you won't have to work as much. If you break any rules of the law, school or otherwise, I'll come down on you like a tonne of bricks and you'll say goodbye to your car. Do you understand?" he said.
"Yes, Charlie, I do," I said. I suppose it won't be that bad living in Forks I thought to myself sarcastically.